5 Feet Interlude

She say she want the cash man
I don't give a damn man
Say she want the cash man
I don't give a damn man

Uh, I've been rolling and scoring and all the people they know this
You know my mind is the oldest I don't have time for no showbiz
How I spit all this fire through this and I still be the coldest
They still tryna steal my focus cuz they know I be the closest
Thing to half insane I'll murder you
What's your name ain't heard of ya
How do I make it clear to ya
That I fear for ya life
This ain't no regular advice
When I'm saying what I want
You know I won't say it twice
So step back
Get whacked
Add bands to my stacks
Add vans to my rack
Pump lead in your back
Hundred bands on my lap
And the feds coming back
They want all of my shit
But they can't get em back
What the hell back it up
They don't ever show me love
Tell that girl to pack it up
All this money stack it up
Never lose if you choose
I could put you on too
Ha, sike not you
Your chance is through boo
Gucci shirt on my chest
Valentino on my belt
It's been a whole damn minute
Can you hold on for a sec

She say she want the cash man
I don't give a damn man
Say she want the cash man
I don't give a damn man



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Writer(s): Aryan Kapoor
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